Harry Styles Imagines and Preferences

He Embarrasses You

 You couldn't stop replaying the video clip. Over and over, almost on loop, and each time you would look over your shoulder to where Harry was lying against the headboard, eating an apple.

"It was just a joke!" Harry cried out, having already said it before. He had tried to explain himself, but all he could do was apologize and imagine it as a mistake

Rolling your eyes, you played the video clip again. It was bad enough, the interview, but the worst part was that it had been your grandmother who emailed it to you. Usually, you didn't pay attention to Harry's interviews.

"It's safe to assume the song is about one of your ladies then...?" The 'journalist' asked the group of boys as they sat, side by side, almost squished on the red couch. Awkward chuckles erupted from all the boys as they tried to steal a moment and each figure out how best to answer the question without really giving an answer at all. "Is it about you [Y/N], Harry?" They pressed on.

Your boyfriend flushed for a moment, shrugging his shoulders and clearing his throat before giving his hair a quick shake.

"You know what, I like that, yeah, it could be, because she is a sexy little animal after all." Once more he shrugged, looking happy with his answer before catching shifty eyes from Niall and a chuckle from Zayn that suggested he was a total idiot.

"It's not that bad. It's a compliment, really." With his mouth full of apple, Harry said from behind you. He reached around to turn your YouTube off as if that would stop you from seeing the clip.

"Harry! My grandma sent this to me! My family has seen this!"